Up. Down. Left. Right. It didn’t matter how Chloe pulled or twisted against it, the straitjacket held firm and kept her tightly confined. Made of shiny red leather, the garment pinned the blonde’s arms against her chest, crossed uselessly.

That wasn’t the worst part, however. The worst was the incessantly tight strap pulled snug between her legs. Meant to keep Chloe from slipping the straitjacket up over her head, what it really did was grind and dig erotically into her with every movement, like the world’s most invasive crotchrope. Within minutes of struggling, the strap had devolved Chloe into a horny and frustrated mess.

“Val, this isn’t fair!” Chloe whined, before gasping as the strap dug into her just right. Chloe had spent weeks secretly borrowing Valerie’s armbinder for escape practice before making the follow-up ‘bet I can escape now’ bet. Only for the mischievous brunette to pull out this ridiculous straitjacket instead. The restraining garment hug so tightly against Chloe’s curves that it almost seemed personally tailored to her measurements!

Which, in fact, it was. Valerie had been on to Chloe’s plan and secret practice from the very beginning, and started making plans herself.

“No complaining, Chloe. The bet was you could escape anything I threw at you. Oh, and remember, ten more minutes and then I get to start streaming!” The brunette giggled, watching her friend/victim pale in future embarrassment.

There was no way Chloe would escape in time, and if she was being honest with herself, ten more minutes of struggling would probably leave her so horny from the strap that she’d be begging for an orgasm…